Next to him was a woman in her 30s, also wearing black-framed glasses. She was another teacher at the school, Ran Xue, who used to be a Chinese teacher at the school. Later, because she had a child, she no longer taught Chinese classes, but taught children sports, art, music, etc. This was also information I got from asking others, otherwise I wouldn't know it so clearly.
When Song Jianshe saw that there were new students registering, he immediately came over with his notebook.
"All the newcomers come to me to register and tell me how old their children are, what their names are, and what they can do now?"
Lin Qiaoqiao waited until everyone in front of her had registered before leading Qin Ling over.
"Principal, I'm here to register my brother-in-law. Qin Ling is 8 years old this year, and he's from Qin Shi Huang's Qinshan Mountain!"
Song Jianshe looked at the girl in front of him and felt a little strange. "Comrade, you are not from this village?"
Lin Qiaoqiao looked directly at the other person and said, "I came to this village after I got married. My name is Lin Qiaoqiao."
After hearing the introduction, he immediately said, "Hello, Comrade Lin. My name is Song Jianshe. I am the principal and teacher of a school. I am very happy that you sent your child here."
Lin Qiaoqiao lowered her head and said, "Why don't you two say hello to the teacher!"
"Hello, teacher!" The two siblings said in unison, their voices very loud.
Song Jianshe liked such brave children, so he patted their heads respectively.
"My sister looks a little younger. She won't be able to come to school for another two years."
Lin Qiaoqiao, "Principal Song, my brother-in-law has learned a lot of Chinese characters at home and can write them. He is also good at math. Can you not start from the first grade? Give him an exam and if he does well, let him skip a grade."
Song Jianshe was overjoyed when he heard that his child had been taught at home. "Come on, come on, follow me back to the classroom. I want to see how far he has learned. If possible, he can skip a grade."
This is exactly what Lin Qiaoqiao wanted him to say. Her brother-in-law had been delayed in going to school by the original owner. If he could skip a grade, he could make up for the lost time.
The teaching environment of this school is really poor. It is just a row of houses and a large open space.
There are two dilapidated basketball hoops and a few horizontal bars. The children should play here during their break.
There is a toilet not far away, with two entrances on the left and right. The left one says "Male" and the right one says "Female". Apart from that, there is nothing else.
Song Jianshe, “The school has a place to heat meals. If children don’t want to go home at noon, they can send their lunch boxes to the back of the building, where there is a place to store unpacked lunch boxes.
But remember to mark your lunch box to prevent other students from taking the wrong one or going a little earlier."
Lin Qiaoqiao, "Are there many children eating at school at noon?"
Song Jianshe took out the key from his pocket and opened the door. "It's okay! There are always a few children in each classroom who don't go home for dinner. You don't have to bring anything special for the children. Homemade corn cakes, white rice, and some pickles will be enough.
If you give him some meat or something, there might be a fight, so why bother? Just keep the good stuff at home!"
Lin Qiaoqiao knew that people were not rich in this era, so if she brought delicious food, she would become the target of competition and be bullied.
After entering the classroom, I saw about 20 tables with stools all leaning against them. It looked like the space was a bit cramped and crowded.
Song Jianshe, "Although our school is small, several nearby villages have children going to school here. When school starts, the room is full of children. This is also because of limited conditions. There is nothing we can do about it!
Relatively speaking, there are fewer children in the senior grades. I don’t know how many freshmen there will be this year. If there are not enough seats, we will have to stand and listen.”
Lin Qiaoqiao looked at this simple environment and said with reluctance,
"Then have you applied to the higher authorities to build a few more houses for the school so that the environment can be improved?"
Song Jianshe found the chalk box from the drawer and picked out a relatively long piece of chalk.
"It's no use reacting now. The country has no money, and the local government has little money. If there was money, the school wouldn't have only three teachers."
He took a piece of chalk and wrote a random string of numbers on the blackboard, and then wrote some simple Chinese characters. He said he would take the exam seriously, as he was not someone who could be fooled.
After finishing all the questions, I handed the chalk to the child.
"Answer as many questions as you can. Don't be afraid!"
Qin Ling picked up the chalk and answered the questions on the blackboard. Simple arithmetic problems were not difficult for him at all. He could calculate the answers in his mind and then write them down directly.
The movement is very fast.
The other half is a paragraph of text, which will be complete after filling in the missing words in the middle.
Song Jianshe was very surprised. This child's academic level had exceeded his expectations. He had written the questions according to the third grade level.
I saw him put down the last stroke and the correct answer was already written.
"Not bad, not bad, you got them all right. These are third grade questions!"
Lin Qiaoqiao knew that Qin Fang had taught Qin Ling a lot, and seeing the results should be quite good, "Then Principal, can my brother-in-law go to the third grade?"
"Don't call me the principal, just call me Teacher Song. I am just a nominal principal. There is no other way. The school must have a principal." Song Jianshe took the blackboard eraser and erased all the questions on the blackboard. After thinking for a while, he wrote a few more questions, turned around and said to Qin Ling,
"See if you can answer it. It doesn't matter if you can't. It's no big deal."
Qin Ling was quite tall, already about 1.4 meters tall, so it was not difficult for him to answer the questions on the blackboard with chalk. He wrote down all the answers one by one, because these brothers had taught him.
"What a great talent!" Song Jianshe said with admiration, "These questions are at the fifth-grade level, and he wrote down all the answers, and his handwriting is also very good.
Then who is the person who taught him how to write the test? Is it you or Qin Fang?"
"His brother taught him." Lin Qiaoqiao admitted decisively.
"That's great. My brother can reach this level. He must have read a lot of books and learned professional courses." Song Jianshe felt very comforted. He finally got a good student this year. However, the child looked a little young.
"How about this, I start in the third grade this year, and then skip two grades next year. What do you think?"
What could Lin Qiaoqiao say? She felt that this result had exceeded her expectations.
"As long as you think it's okay, I have no objection as a parent. I'll leave the child to you from now on. If he acts naughty, tell me."
Song Jianshe nodded in satisfaction, "Then let's make it a deal. You can go to the third grade class tomorrow. As for the books for school, they are not available yet.
But you can go to a junk store and look around, maybe you can find a used book. If you can't find one, that's OK, you can share one with someone else."
Lin Qiaoqiao understood that the school's conditions were limited and that new books might not be issued when school started. This generation of children was indeed quite pitiful. They did not have the best learning environment and the working environment was also poor. When they were old and had not yet reached retirement age, they would have to retire from their jobs to make way for new people.
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